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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 31. loadstone
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Sonnet No. 61
However else I feel, you are my muse,
Waking me from a cold sleep by will
To draw some lines I know you won't refuse
If I'm able to show you a bit of skill.
For in my ships I seem to find no rest –
When asleep, my confidence is shaken,
Constantly roiling me with the best;
When awake, your love of me's not mistaken.
So, inspiration and challenge you stay,
My north-pulling magnetic loadstone,
Guiding my barque back to a Viking fray,
Where old shortcomings must beg for fresh atone.
A fevered brain gets no comfort in sleep,
When awake and active it dreams as deep.
Sonnet No. 62
My sadness has the substance of music –
A hundred variations on a theme,
Whose notes are mad, and whose tones are mystic
To start again just as the end would seem.
But your love for me's a perfect melody,
Sweet, and clear, and high, like a morning bird.
It comes to seek me out in my malady,
To awaken me with a trebling third.
For to rouse me in the freshness of your thought
Is to shake off dark night's gloomy rerun;
To start new with you and the time we've bought
Is magic tempo bright enough to stun.
To your love's refrain, I am never deaf,
But am soothed, as you climb your treble clef.
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